Leader
There's a reason not to speak unless spoken to
It for their mirage of females
They tell you to sit pretty and act dumbfounded
because that's how you'll get attention
But I'm not that person
I am powerful in my thoughts
My words are wisdom rolling off my tongue
My faith is mountain moving
So no longer can I sit and wait for them to tell me how to act
We are a generation based on an image of clueless people
But I will not wait to be directed
Because I am the neck that turns the head
I am the brain that controls the body
I am the nerve that moves the fingers
I am the electricity that powers the cord
So don't look at me and suspect someone who will stand back and follow
Because I will lead
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